Calyx . In olden days—Queen Besss time—Fair woman had her rights divine ;Wheneer she trod the miry streetSir Walters cloak was at her feet,Sir Walters sword, unsheathed and win her wealth, in days of old;The tourney neath her smile was run—For her dear sake, the victory won. In latter days our knights grow tame—They make us pat/ to see their game !In mud and dust we meekly jelling mob on either missiles strike us, still their song : Dont stop for that, keep right along—No place for girls ! —Sir Walters shade,Rise, and bestow the accolade !. fvo XThrcc to Sit.
Calyx . In olden days—Queen Besss time—Fair woman had her rights divine ;Wheneer she trod the miry streetSir Walters cloak was at her feet,Sir Walters sword, unsheathed and win her wealth, in days of old;The tourney neath her smile was run—For her dear sake, the victory won. In latter days our knights grow tame—They make us pat/ to see their game !In mud and dust we meekly jelling mob on either missiles strike us, still their song : Dont stop for that, keep right along—No place for girls ! —Sir Walters shade,Rise, and bestow the accolade !. fvo XThrcc to Sit. THE clock in tlie steeple strnelv three, four, then five dreary strokes, and still he stoodstraining bis gaze iirst up Main Street—then down, then anxiously around Iost-otKce corner, where he had taken his accustomed place to watch and wait for her. The sun was going down—his hopes likewise. She cometh not, he said. But onlooking earnestly again, he saw one like the form of her for whom he waited. He hastily buttoned up liis coat, pulled down his cufis, brought hack his straying cravat, smoothed his lip, glanced cautiously up to see if she was near enough for hint to join her in her evening walk—when, O cruel Fate! It was not she. Hope springs eternal in the human breast,—so he resolved, brave soul, to makesuch effort lo meet her as was never made before, and grasping his cane in his glovedhand, he walked one aUire square over rough bricks and jolting alas, vain hope I He walked slowly away as the clock seemed to toll the hour of six,wearied wit
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